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Luke got up out of bed at the sound of a knock at his door. He yawned and staggered over – he hadn’t gotten drunk last night but he felt especially groggy. He’d travelled back to the area not too long ago and while he was technically well rested he was ill adjusted to a more peaceful lifestyle. A month of constant adventuring and battling had made it hard to get a good night’s sleep. Now that he was finally back, the quiet was unnerving. He was hopeful for some kind of adventure or quest to go on. Usually when people sought him out it was to get him to do some kind of job. He was half exp

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“I’m…so tired…” Her boots dragged in the snow, leaving deep footprints behind her. It didn’t matter. She was safe, and the oncoming storm that night would wash away her tracks with a fresh layer. Mari lifted an arm to rub her shoulder as she rolled it back. It was sore, her whole back was. Mari let out a yawn, pausing to glance at the treeline by her house, noticing movement. An errant pack of wolves, perhaps. The woman shifted direction to head toward it, with her arm outstretched she’d summon her halberd, the axe glimmering with the faint glow of heat as embers danced off its blade.

Mari’s words softened as she lowered her gaze to her glass. Her thumbs running over the rim of it. “Wow. So you really haven’t heard those rumours. Huh.” She closed her eyes, her head lilting to the side in thought. “Maybe. Your attitude would change if you did know. But -“ her words were left there, choosing not to continue. He didn’t need to hear about her daughter. The tragic circumstances behind it. The reason for the Pink Pker rumours. All things better left unsaid for the moment. People don’t just help people Maybe he was right. Mari was doing this not because she cared about

Mari's word left Jack completely bewildered from some time as he was unable to understand her logic at all. "I won't pretend to be a good person. I'm not. I just do what needs to be done. I'll let the Gods judge me when I die." "Helping doesn't need to be done by good people," he said at last, his voice low but firm. "Bad people don't just help people." He sighed, shaking his head slightly as if trying to piece her contradictions together. "If anyone asked me, I'd say you were a nice person." Jack's voice was absolutely sincere. Just quiet conviction. He wasn't trying to flatter her,

"Quickly?" The man could start to get the sense of underlying panic. "Aeva, breathe." Raidou reaches out and takes her hand firmly in his own, enough to cut through the lack of feeling in it. "I'm afraid you are trapped in here, like we all are. The game was a trap, the log out button in your HUD does not work." A sharp level of truth matched with an affirmation of concern. "Drink, otherwise you'll end back up under." Spoken with a resolute reality but can tell that she is struggling to understand. "There is no escape yet, but there are a number of players trying to push toward an exit. The ga

Scar. Mari couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his name, she didn’t voice her dislike at it. But it was evident she didn’t exactly approve of it either. Her eyes shifted to the scar on his face.Typical. Honestly, she was surprised she hadn’t run into something like that sooner. Then again, she had killed someone called BallBlaster. He extended his hand to shake and Mari went to offer her own but he quickly pulled away. Apologizing. “Damn.” Mari said as she let her hand rest on the counter instead. She wasn’t hurt by the action, it was clear she still made him nervous. “I don’t bite. I mean

Aeva had hoped that when her senses returned, she would feel a sense of peace. That the nightmare would end and she’d be free to keep on living her life, but the words coming from this man made no sense. He applied something to her neck, the girl feeling a slight tingle as the wound rapidly fixed itself, thanks to whatever it was her mysterious saviour had used. She hadn’t really thought about it until now, but how was he so skilled? She was no expert on this game by any means, but even she remembered that different skills like healing and medicine took time and work to level up. To bring her

"The hell you wanna stay here for? I don't know you. I don't even know your name." He blinked, then laughed under his breath. It wasn't a mocking sound, more a nervous release, like tension being cut. "I'm sorry," he said, catching his breath as the edges of his anxiety melted into something warmer. "Mm.. You can call me Scar." He almost, instinctively, extended his hand to greet her but stopped somewhat. There was a short moment of awkwardness before he dropped it again. "Old habit," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. After that, he partially turned towards the swamp ou

Ceres Alice glanced down at her outfit, gone were the drapes of silken robes and in its place something far more risque. “Huh?” Dark fishnet stockings clung tight to her legs, aLiCe tugged on them, and they snapped back into place. Strong, they wouldn’t easily break. “Oh~?” A tiny spark of light returned to her eyes, momentarily enthralled by the sheer magic of her outfit changing. A glance over her shoulder, and a little fluffy rabbit tail sat over her bodysuit. “Fluffy!” She’d puff out he chest, standing tall as Tybalt reached out to affix a bow-tie around her neck. “Wait wait!” Rabbit ear

A weary morning droned on to the tune of birds beyond the window pane. Cold air caused the candles to flicker and dance with its call, as papers moved lightly to match. The bubbling tools of an alchemist continued to speak against flames of their own, as even more supplies had been made and bottled. A drooping head of a man pushed to the edge of exhaustion, across a week of very brief and spotty sleep. A record on a clip board sat clutched between two hands, limply sitting in his lap. On the floor with his legs folded, shoulders pressed against the side of his counter. His head of brown hair d

It was cold today, more crisp than the days had been before. Was it simply the floor? Her eyes trailed around, drinking in the scenery, it was easy to admit that the higher she went the more beautiful things became. She hadn't ever intended to venture this high, this quickly, but Oscar had lingered here beforehand, she missed him, though she wouldn't admit it, not now. She drew in a small, short breath, releasing it with a soft sigh. She wasn't sure why she felt so empty today. It wasn't not for her to feel this way, yet the feeling remained, lingering, like the sting of pain after scraping yo

The man fell quiet, his eyes wandered- and so did his mind. Mari didn’t question it, it was a lot to take in, especially for someone who seemed to have just started exploring the upper floors. Most people didn’t believe it, not till it happened to them. If they didn’t heed Mari’s warning, it was no longer her problem. The woman was over trying to help people who didn’t listen. She barely wanted to help in general. This man though, actually seemed to consider her words. “Hit the nail on the head.” A wave of her glass as she took another drink. “I speak from experience, but hey.” She shrug

The press of bodies blurred into rhythm; the blackbooks music fell away until only breath filled the space between them. Cascades pulse hammered against Simmones, a duet that didn't need melody. Somewhere along the line Simmone had found a way to let go of her hand, the thought soured mood, hand finding her waist pulling them ever closer. The moment was nothing short of heat and passion, a burning need that begged to be met. Cascades hands started to wander, tracing every curve slowly, deliberately, making sure Simmone felt every touch. When she had teased the woman, she hadn't thought i

The colours began to change with her surroundings, but the other dreamer seemed to be a constant. Until eventually another memory came back to her as the man placed her upon the table. The feeling of wood? It wasn’t the cave that was for sure. The dreamer had made it to his destination and had taken her with him. Yet as the haunting darkness was left behind, she could still sense the panic of the dreamer. He seemed determined to save her. Did he not realize? Did he not know? He had saved her. The dreamer had liberated her from the faded horrors of the deep. The dreamer had given her the chance

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Jack listened in silence. Each word Mari spoke seemed to weigh heavier than the last. Lakes of acid. Flesh-eating bacteria. Depression. Insanity. Although it was not the sort of thing people would generally talk about in such a direct way, the way she delivered it, flat, matter-of-fact, made it feel real in a way no player manual warning could ever come close to. He swallowed, visualizing everything: a place that not just hurt you physically, but psychologically invades your mind and yours your own thoughts against you. A kind of environment that could twist a moment of weakness into

A chipper and unsettling wide grin "Of course, of course.. Is why I brought you to my abode... I am eager to see how you do~" A bow deeply and a flick of the imagination sees her attire morph into something with quite a bit more flair. Long stockings, heels and a bowtie. "Got to look the part of course, find your style and whisk away the mundane." The man removes his top hat and twirls it around his finger. "Let's begin." from his inner coat pocket, he begins to pass cards back and forth between his hands and revealing cards. What the man explains out, cradling her movements and motions with a

Her eyes fluttered open with a soft groan, a mask which once felt so suffocating now felt so right, the cool porcelain pressed against the heat of her skin…it slid off with a faint ‘pop’ sound and skittered away. What remained was the bright world she missed. The warmth of the sun against her skin, a cloud shaped like a frog hopping along the sky. “Mista….Tybalt?” CeReS Alice sat up, a hand to her head. She was drowning just before - but…now she was fine. Her hand fell to her lips, the faint sugary taste of strawberries lingered. Eyes, clouded yet curious, looked up at a man. His e

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256217, CD: 2 (No Proc), Vanish CD [2/3] PH Post Action | [x18] AOE-II (14 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) = 16 EN) + Assassin (+4 Base Damage, +Autohit, -Proc Chance, 8 EN) - Well Rested [2/3] = 23 EN ID: 256216 | 8 [HLY] + 7 - 3 = 12, CD: 2 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Ramma, Hard Candy Whamana Dealing 864 - 140 = 724 Damage Loot Roll: ID: 256218 | LD: 9 (8, +1) | CD: 4 (4, +0) | 14700col, Materials (0), Tier 4 Uncommon Consumable (1) Players: Gaius | HP: 1104/1104 | EN: 127/128 | DMG: 34{+16} | MI

For a moment, Jack almost forgot how to breathe. The words "If you'd like" came out of her like an invitation, soft, trembling, but laced with a kind of challenge that lit something primal behind his eyes. It was dangerous. The kind of danger he couldn't look away from. He smiled gradually, knowingly, almost as if he himself was shaking under his veneer of confidence. Then, she kissed him. The contact ignited something deeper, something that felt like a spark dropped into dry tinder. Jack's fingers found their way to her waist, drawing her close to him and his thumb tracing deliberat

The man lingered in the entrance a little longer, before finally crossing that threshold into her quaint little store. Long strides lead him past the dusty wares on shelves and in front of her; on the opposite side of the counter. Closer now, she could see a scar over his eye, faint smile lines - and his dark hair an absolute chaotic mess. “I really don’t.” Mari responded, opening up her HUD and pulling out a bottle of Sullivans Cove Whiskey, and a single glass. For her. Not for him. “I used to. But it nearly drove me mad, and landed me a number of years in a cold dark cell. I wasn’t living.”

The screaming stops from the box, and is transferred straight to Tybalt. His skin becomes tight and taught, stretched thin and breaking under that tension as if unseen hands begin to pull at every inch threatening to skin him alive. His arms and legs shrivel under an unbearable pain that has his headless body drop to its knees, as the very wood of the stage moves to entomb him. The severed head is muffled under more of the same, being buried under the chaotic imagination of a girl pushed to her wits end. His body is slowly consumed in its wooden grave, being devoured by the manifestations of t

A burner springs to life with the turn of a dial, causing the water within the retort above it to begin to boil. Another spun as steam begins to gather, all the while the faintest of breaths are squeezed out of nigh deadened blackened lips. It dances on his skin as it does, like a heartbeat its made known and kept track of. A shove of glass ware from a table sees it shatter across the floor, as papers skitter through the air falling like leaves. A twist of his foot shoves a chair out from underneath it, and grabbing a leg its pulled in a squeal across the wooden floor. Those glass shards crunc

It was only for a moment, but Jack saw the small, shiny ring on her hand when she lifted it, and he could not help but look at it once more. The way it caught the firelight, the faint gleam, the deliberate way she held it, it reminded him of something else entirely. Someone else. Alinta. Before the thought of her could be dismissed, it was already there, accompanied by a quiet smile which he did not even realize was there. The ring, the flash, it was almost like poetry. His thoughts wire briefly to the Blackbook Ball, that strange night when everything seemed to shimmer with infinite